Old Journal, Page 11

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"I've spent more than two months here. It's a calm place — untamed, desolate, but calm. That is to say, it was calm when I first came here. As the days pass, I feel this ever-growing unease, and the reason... I just can't put my finger on it. It feels as if a caustic mist rolls over the grove, and drops of its poison make the leaves wither and the roots dry up. But it's a trick of the imagination. I should end my shift and get some rest, drop by the tavern in Gundrun. After I've dealt with the troublemakers — I found unearthed graves yesterday. Must be the work of some local brats. Oh, I'll catch them yet."